[ Wanda's question about Sylvain and complications weighs like an anchor on the corners of her lips, quashing the sheepishness in its wake. She can't bring herself to look up at Wanda for fear that it would produce tears. Absently she picks at the blanket between them. ]

I don't know.

[ If she sounds a little helpless, it's because she is. She had never let herself want for a grand love story, but at the very least she had hoped it would be easy. This was neither grand or easy. ]

I can't speak for Claude but I know he isn't going to step away from whatever it is he has with Sylvain. [ She swallows, the jealous creature gnashing its teeth. ] I can't tell him to either because I want him - them - to be happy. They deserve it more.